Being born with my skin is basically a sin

I'm an outcast there's no such thing as fit in

from walk outs to sit ins, we still can't win ,

killing my people has now become a trend.

we get cut with words, shot, stabbed and pinned...

Pinned to the streets ,

three centuries. And the Negro has still not been granted the freedom of speech

 

Attack on our people has always been the plan

polices shoot us down 

cause we are "getting out of hand"

but we must remain vigilant

cause we can be shot for being "excessively belligerent"

I'm conviced the KKK turned in their sheets for a badge

freedom is what we pray to cadge.

 

We are taught not to judge a book by its cover...

But i'm being judged by my color, polices undercover, hiding justice under covers

this is pureD nasty , word of my mother.

 

Centuries ago we had close ties

no pun intended we dropping like flies

slavery wasn't executed it was more like disguised

all these days been cloudy im waiting for clear skies.

 

BLACK PEOPLE!

Our history is a mystery.

My birth is hated

my presence, not elated

my death anticipated

my success underrated

my voice understated

my freedom not consecrated

I think society needs to be rehabilitated.

 

Being born with my skin is a sin

 

Man, it hurts the rather see me in shackles, instead of turning my tassel

No happiness, I have to go through a hassle

put me in the projects because I cant be in a castle.

 

Being born with my skin is a sin.